Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Index,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Organ,
Maurizio,
MC5,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.